In other news, the Bruins picked up big wins against the Sabres, Predators, Sens, and Jets but lost to the Sens and Isles. The Pats beat the Ravens, 41-7, in that landslide win I was hoping for! And we continued that with a strong showing against the Bills, beating them 34-20.

Victorino’s thumb surgery was successful, and he should be good to go for Spring Training. Andrew Miller’s looking forward to starting the season without a hitch as well. We traded Franklin Morales and farm pitcher Chris Martin to the Rockies for infielder Jonathan Herrera. And we signed Shunsuke Watanabe, a veteran submariner from Japan.

In other news, the B’s shut out the Flames and lost to the Sabres this week.

I’ll be taking a break of about two weeks. I think we’re all looking forward to seeing the team take shape.

Okay. There’s no need to be scared or read into this. Just because the last two times we’ve been to the World Series we’ve been able to sweep and get it done in four games doesn’t mean that we’ll lose the World Series just because we lost the second game. It’s fine. Honestly, we shouldn’t even have lost this one. My point is that there is plenty of baseball still to be played. True, we’re going away now, but that hasn’t stopped us before. We’ll just have to get past it.

So Lackey did a great job while he was on the mound. He pitched six and one-third innings and gave up five hits and two walks while striking out six. He gave up a single in the first, a single in the second, and nothing in the third. He cracked in the fourth when he gave up a triple to lead it off that turned into a run on a groundout.

That one run was a big deal because we had yet to score. We went down in order in the first, and Napoli walked to provide our first baserunner in the second. Ellsbury provided our first hit in the third with a single, and the bottom of the fourth looked promising. Pedroia doubled and Papi walked, setting up Napoli. Who then grounded into a double play.

Lackey went one-two-three in the fifth; Salty walked in the bottom of the inning, but that was it. Lackey gave up a single in the sixth, and in the bottom of the inning, it looked like the game might be ours after all.

I’ve often said that, in a close game, one run feels like ten. This one was no exception. Because the longer you go without scoring runs, the more difficult it feels to score them. After Victorino grounded out, Pedroia walked, and then it was Papi’s turn. And I was busy thinking how great it would be if he just went yard, just like that, just because we really needed him to.

He took a fastball for a ball, fouled off a second fastball, and then received four straight changeups. He took the first for a ball, the second for a strike, and the third in the dirt.

And he went yard on the fourth. Hit that ball into the Monster seats. Seriously. Just like that. Just because we needed him to.

It was huge. It didn’t tie the game. It gave us the lead. In a close one. In which scoring one run felt like scoring ten. And as a result of that phenomenon, scoring two runs on one swing felt like a real jump out in front.

Unfortunately, the whole thing unraveled in the seventh. That can not be overstated. Literally the whole game was completely undone in the seventh inning alone. It was one of the worst innings you can possibly imagine to occur during, of all things, the World Series. Honestly, that kind of bad baseball is not even excusable during the regular season, let alone the postseason, let alone the pinnacle of the entire postseason.

Lackey led off the seventh with a strikeout. Then he issued a walk and gave up a single, so John went with Breslow. The Cards managed to execute a double steal, putting both runners in scoring position. And Breslow walked his first batter to load the bases.

A double play would have ended it all. But Breslow induced a sac fly. Technically, that’s not so bad; you take the out in exchange for the run, which in this case would not be winning but rather tying.

But the whole thing went completely and epically awry. I saw it with my own eyes, and I couldn’t believe it was happening. I think that that had something to do with the fact that I didn’t really want to believe it was happening.

Not one but two runners scored on the sac fly, indeed providing the Cards with the winning run. Salty missed the catch, Breslow made an error on the throw, and the whole thing turned into a huge mess as a result. And then, to top it off, Breslow gave up an RBI single. Thus, while Lackey was charged with three runs, he was also the victim of a situation in which some of them scored on someone else’s watch.

The final score was established right there. We lost, 4-2.

Tazawa pitched the last out of the seventh, after which we went down in order. Workman pitched the eighth, which for us looked like it had some potential. Ellsbury reached on a fielding error, and Papi singled two outs later. But Napoli popped out to end it. Uehara pitched the ninth, after which we went down in order.

So at one point the game looked like it would be really good. Then it was really, really bad. All because of one play that was supposed to be routine but that instead cost us Game Two. We need to pull it together. Not only were those errors completely inappropriate for the World Series, but we also didn’t even have enough hits or runs to absorb that damage. At the same time, I saw too many swing-and-misses and too many stare-at-strikes. All of that needs to change immediately. If we’re going to get this done, we need to take the proper steps.

In other news, hockey is back in Boston as the Bruins began their new season this month. So far, we’ve beaten the Lightning, Red Wings, Panthers, Lightning again, Sabres, and Sharks, and we’ve lost to the Avalanche and Red Wings.

We played the last game of our series on the road, and I’m looking forward to the team coming home. They’re needed here.

We were the first to get on the board. Napoli led off the second with a triple and scored on a single by Nava. But then the Tribe tied the game at one in the bottom of the frame after Lester gave up a double that became a run on a groundout, ironically brought in by Mike Aviles.

We pulled back ahead in the fourth; Salty smacked a solo shot with two out in the fourth. He took a curveball for a ball, then a swinging strike, then a ball. Then he fouled off two two-seams and took another curveball for a ball. Then he got all of a ninety-two mile-per-hour four-seam and sent it healthily over the right field fence. It was awesome. It was all power, all swing long.

We added insurance in the fifth. With one out, Ellsbury doubled and scored on a single by Pedroia. The Indians pulled within one run when Aviles doubled and scored on a groundout. Neither team scored in the sixth. And then we basically ended the game in the seventh.

Ellsbury led off the inning with a single. That was when the Indians made a pitching change, which was one of the poorer decisions they made last night. Victorino reached on a fielding error. Pedroia flied out, which moved Ellsbury to third, and he scored on a single by Napoli. Nava hit a sac fly that scored Victorino. And Napoli scored on a single by Carp.

So as you can see, Lester had quite the fine night. Seven innings, two runs, four hits, one walk, five K’s. 115 pitches, seventy-two of which were strikes. Great cut fastball, and great off-speed pitches as well. Lower strikeout total than usual, but outs are outs no matter how they’re recorded. By the way, his ERA is still under two. Miller came on in relief and gave up a walk and a single. Coming in with two inherited runners, Uehara let one score thanks to a double. And then Bailey picked up the save.

So the final score was 6-3, not 6-2. Fortunately, that run didn’t matter, and we won anyway, completing the sweep.

In other news, the Sabres beat the Bruins, 3-2, in a shootout, so we still get a point.

We thank the baseball community for its support during this somber and difficult time. On Tuesday, “Sweet Caroline” serenaded baseball fans throughout the country as teams played it during their games in solidarity. We appreciate the salute.

We got off to a great start. Ellsbury, the game’s first batter, singled in the game’s first at-bat. Then Victorino got hit, and Pedroia singled to load the bases. So, to review, we had the bases loaded with nobody out in the first inning. The first third of our lineup successfully got on base. Then Napoli stepped up to the plate and singled in two runs. And Nava stepped up to the plate and singled in one more. Unfortunately, we followed that epically solid rally with three straight outs. But we had three runs on the board before the Tribe even took the field, and things looked good when they went down in order in the bottom of the frame.

Neither team scored until the fifth, when we were back at it. Middlebrooks and Salty provided two quick outs, but Drew walked on five pitches and scored on a triple by Carp. We added yet another run in the following frame. Victorino led off with a single. Pedroia struck out, Napoli doubled, and Nava singled in Victorino.

Until that point, Aceves was doing extremely well. He had just pitched five shutout innings. But he imploded in the sixth. He allowed a walk and two consecutive home runs for a grand total of three runs. If we hadn’t added on those two insurance runs, Aceves’s complete and total fail would have tied the game. Aceves didn’t even record a single out that inning. It was absolutely awful. In the blink of an eye, he lost all command and control, and he just couldn’t find the strike zone at all. Fortunately, John made the switch to Tazawa just in time; Tazawa sent down the Indians in order after that. Just in time indeed.

In the end, the game finished similarly to how it began. Ellsbury singled to lead off the eighth, moved to second on a wild pitch, and scored on a fantastic combination of a sac bunt by Victorino and a throwing error.

Uehara pitched a great eighth, Bailey pitched a great ninth, and we won, 6-3!

I can’t even believe that this day has finally arrived. Out of the interminable slog that was all of last year, out of the rounds and rounds of speculation that was this offseason, we have finally emerged to welcome baseball back to Boston with open arms! I don’t know about you, but I really feel like I’ve earned this one. It’s been rough, man. With the way last season went, I felt like it was winter before the season was even over. It was a long and cold one. We’ve done without for way too long. And then, suddenly, April arrived, and we enjoyed the glorious first opportunity of kicking back, relaxing, and taking in three hours and thirty-seven minutes of pure, unadulterated glory. Man, it’s good to be back.

Where do I even start? I don’t even know. It was all so divinely inspired. I can’t even talk about it.

Lester. I’ll start with Lester. Wow. What can I even say? Pretty much the whole staff got it together at camp, and Lester most definitely did not disappoint. His start lasted only five innings, but this is so epically not the time to be picky. Five solid innings on the first day of the season is fine as far as I’m concerned; he’ll pick it up as time goes on. Besides, those five innings were pretty impressive. Two runs, five hits. Two walks. Seven strikeouts.

There was a four-pitch strikeout of his first batter of the season on four pitches, ending with what was technically a cutter, but at ninety miles per hour with his movement, whether it was a cutter or cut fastball is a question that will probably not be answered anytime soon. Then there was the seven-pitch strikeout that ended with a cutter, and the six-pitch strikeout that ended the second with a cutter, and the seven-pitch called strike in the third that ended with a cutter. Lester had himself another seven-pitch strikeout in the fourth, this one ending with a fastball, but like I said, whether it’s really a fastball or a cut fastball is hard to answer. And irrelevant, since a strike is a strike. Lester bookended his fifth with strikeouts, the first five pitches ending with a changeup and the second his only one comprising three pitches: a sinker clocked at ninety-one miles per hour, a changeup at eighty-four, and a fastball at ninety-three, which wasn’t even his fastest of the day; he got up to ninety-four.

Ninety-six pitches, about sixty-six percent of which were strikes. He was on with the cut fastball. The overwhelming majority of his pitches were cut fastballs, as we’d expect. And he put that fabulous Lester-esque bite on them, too. They were moving exactly the way he wanted them to. And he mixed in some nasty sinkers, changes, and curves in there as well. He stood up there and he was a master. I almost felt bad for the hitters until I remembered that we were squaring off against the Evil Empire. And then I felt better.

Anyway, Lester threw seventeen pitches each in the first two innings, sixteen in the third, and twelve in the fifth. The fourth was the big one; Lester threw thirty-four pitches. He loaded the bases that inning and couldn’t completely escape without allowing a two-run single. Other than that, Lester was solid gold.

Farrell then rolled out five relievers. Uehara, Miller, Bailey, Tazawa, and Hanrahan combined to shut out the Yanks for the rest of the game. All told, the Yanks were limited to six hits.

Alright, here we go. Offense. Let’s get down to it, because our hitters were as hot as our pitchers. The starters stayed in for the whole nine, and they were great. Great patience and eyes all around. Great baserunning, too. Ellsbury led off, followed by Victorino, Pedroia, Napoli in cleanup, Middlebrooks, Salty, Gomes, Bradley, and Iglesias. Look for Farrell to change the lineup around pretty frequently, but this one worked out just fine. Iglesias went three for five, Ellsbury went three for six, Gomes went two for four, and Pedroia and Victorino both went two for six. Salty doubled, and Ellsbury tripled, and that was it for extra-base hits. This was Bradley’s debut in the big show, and he certainly made the most of it. Of our four total walks, Bradley accounted for three, not to mention his obvious speed on the basepaths as well as his run-saving, inning-ending, outstanding haul in left in the third.

Pedroia singled in the first, but we didn’t score. Our big inning was the second. Middlebrooks grounded out, and then Salty walked in five pitches, Gomes singled, and Bradley walked to load the bases. Then Iglesias singled on the first pitch of his at-bat, bringing home one and reloading the bases. Then Ellsbury grounded into a force out, causing Gomes to be out at home. But then Victorino and Pedroia hit back-to-back singles, bringing in three before Napoli flied out to end it.

We went down in order in the third and put two on but didn’t deliver in the fourth. A double and two walks, one intentional, loaded the bases again with two out in the fifth, but we didn’t deliver on that either. Ellsbury tripled to lead off the sixth, but still nothing. Then, in the seventh, Middlebrooks and Salty fought hard for back-to-back walks on eight pitches each. Middlebrooks moved to third on a flyout by Gomes and scored on a groundout by Bradley. We went down in order again in the eighth but closed it out with a bang in the ninth. Middlebrooks was called out on strikes before Salty walked, Gomes singled, and Bradley walked to load the bases. Iglesias struck out and then Ellsbury and Victorino singled back-to-back to bring in three. Gomes accounted for the second of those runs, rocketing home all the way from second base. The dugout and everyone else went appropriately insane.

And that, my friends, is the story of how we cleaned the field with the Yanks, 8-2, on their soil. To me, this is much bigger than just winning the first game of the season. We’ve had just abysmal starts out of the gate for the last two seasons. This game means a lot to the team, and it means a lot to us. We’re a new team now, and it shows. There’s nothing like a more-than-auspicious start to the year to provide a good feeling about what’s to come. Let’s get it!

I’ll say one last thing. Seeing Kevin Youkilis in an enemy uniform was downright bizarre and torturous. It’s a shame. It’s a real shame. And I guess that’s that.

In other news, the B’s lost to and beat the Leafs and lost to the Habs in a shootout; it was painful, but at least we get a point out of it. We beat the Sens, lost to the Leafs, and beat the Sabres.

This week was momentous. This time of year usually is. Because this week, my friends, we celebrated Truck Day! On Tuesday, all of our equipment rolled out for the long drive down to Fort Myers. Spring Training has officially unofficially started! Man, it’s been a long winter. It still is a long winter. And we have a long way to go, but we’re getting there. It’s February already, and since Truck Day has come and gone, Pitcher and Catchers is our next milestone, followed of course by the officially official start of Spring Training and then the season! We’re well on our way. It may be freezing outside, and there may be snow in the air or on the ground, but we know that in Florida there is baseball to be played. I can almost taste it, especially since Farrell is already talking about lineups; expect Ellsbury to bat first this year.

Pedro Martinez is back in Boston, in the front office this time; he’s a special assistant to Ben, and he’s basically going to advise the pitching staff. Kalish had successful surgery on his right shoulder, but we re-signed Sweeney just in case. We signed Lyle Overbay to a minor-league deal. Terry Francona won the Judge Emil Fuchs Award, presented by the Boston Baseball Writers, for his service to the game.

Gary Tuck, our bullpen coach, decided to retire and has been replaced by Dana Levangie. Remember him? Levangie was our bullpen coach for eight years, the last of which was 2004. After that, he was an advance scout. And now he’s back where he started. Tuck was going to be the last man standing from last year’s staff, and he surely was a fantastic bullpen coach. He expected nothing but the best from pitchers and catchers; he made our staff great, and he will be sorely missed. Levangie has big shoes to fill, but seems like the logical choice.

Congratulations to the Red Sox and the Jimmy Fund, who celebrate sixty years of partnership this season. This will be the inauguration of a suite available all season long for Jimmy Fund patients and their families. A Jimmy Fund Chorus will also perform at the park. This is one of those occasions when you feel really proud to support this organization.

Okay. There’s something else that needs to be said, and I’m only going to say it once and then be done with it, because it’s that excruciating. Kevin Youkilis is now a Yankee. Like his predecessor, Johnny Damon, he has enlisted in the Evil Empire. He has committed himself to the aiding and abetting of New York’s success. Baseball is a complicated business these days; it’s a rare and happy find to discover a player whose sentimental connection with a particular team is strong. In Boston, we’ve had a long tradition of such sentimental connections, and we still expect that from our players; we give them everything we’ve got, and we like to see the same in return. So when one of our own, a homegrown farm boy no less, goes to the dark side, it’s extremely difficult to accept. It was difficult to accept Damon doing it, and it’s no less difficult now. We salute Youk and everything he has done for this team and this city. He was a potent combination of hitting and fielding, volatility and versatility. He had his good moments, and he had his bad moments, but he has left a legacy here of a stellar player. I already made the tribute when he left, and we all know how awesome he was. All I’m saying now is that it hurts. It hurts, and it’s devastating, and we have to go through that pain all over again of seeing one of our own turn away from us. That’s all I’m saying.

In other news, the Ravens won the Super Bowl, 34-31. What a game. It looked like the 49ers didn’t have a chance for most of it, and then it looked like the Ravens would be hard-pressed to keep them down after the power went out. But alas, they pulled through. At least now we get to say that it took a Super Bowl champion to defeat us this year. The Bruins, for their part, have been doing quite well. Since the shortened season’s first game, the Bruins have beaten the Jets by a score of 2-1, the Isles by a score of 4-2, the Canes by a score of 5-3, the Devils by a score of 2-1, the Leafs by a score of one-zip, and the Habs by a narrow yet satisfying score of 2-1. We lost to the Rangers, 4-3, in sudden death and to the Sabres by the brutal score of 7-4.